And this is just how some of my Saturdays are. No matter how experienced I feel I am at wearing, there will always be miscalculations or incidents when I’m out for longer than expected. It’s not the worst leak in the world, but I was pretty embarrassed. Thankfully I had a jacket I could put on that hid it well. It’s just a strange feeling…
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Hi! Thank you for being so genuine and sharing this side of yourself with everyone! How would recommend clean up after messing? It always seems like such a big ordeal, having to shower, etc for me… i enjoy it but the clean up anxiety dissuades me. Thanks for any advice :)
You’re very welcome! I totally get this. The cleanup isn’t the best part. I wonder if you could think about it like aftercare? I recommend BOS bags and baby wipes. I usually take my pull-up off and stick it straight into the bag, clean up with baby wipes, and then head to the shower for a real scrub down. I’ll open a window and maybe light and candle too. I think just having your clean up routine down can help with the anxiety. Knowing that it’s no big deal but to give yourself the time and privacy you need to be able to clean up in a relaxed way.
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She couldn’t help but bend her knees and grab her tummy as the mush started coming out and into her pull-up. She had held it as long as she could, but the pressure and pain was too much. Her body involuntarily started to expel her mess and there was nothing she could do but wait until it was all done. It felt warm again her bottom as it spread and made her pull-up sag.
Hot tears started to well in her eyes. How was she supposed to wear panties if she couldn’t keep them clean? It was one thing to have wetting leaks on her way to the bathroom or close calls, but a whole other thing to soil herself when the bathroom was only one flight of stairs away.
But her roommate was in the shower, she told herself! It came on so suddenly and her roommate takes 20 minute showers at least. Regardless of the circumstance, the result was the same. She was now standing with a very heavy pull-up between her legs not for the first time this month…
Let me know if you enjoy this kind of explicit messy writing! I don’t usually go there but enjoy it myself quite a bit :)
Story time, day two! Something is up with my bladder this weekend because I have a second humiliating incident to share. Here we go:
I decided to take myself to the beach yesterday which is about a two hour drive. I drove there in my bathing suit and a cover up and didn’t have any potty issues. On the way home, however, I was feeling sleepy from all that salt air and a whole day of blissfully jumping around in the ocean. I got myself a medium iced coffee which, looking back now, I should have known was too much fluid for a drive.
About 30 minutes in, I decided to pull over (lol) and put on my pull-up, which I had so wisely packed in my diaper bag! By the way, this was one of the first diaper bags I’ve packed by and for myself for a trip and I even packed baby wipes (#proud). I had a big wetting immediately after putting it on, but I can usually go 2-3 times in a pull-up. So I kept driving and proceeded to get stuck in 40 minutes of bumper to bumper traffic. There was no shoulder I could pull off to change myself (people were driving in my emergency lane). But I was enjoying myself, listening to The Japanese House’s new amazing album. But as the notification, “traffic is getting worse,” popped up on my screen, I could feel my straining muscles give up and release an accident into my already wet pull-up. I checked myself afterwards and, thankfully, the car seat and my dress were still dry.
Dryness would not be my ultimate fate, however. I finally made it home to drop my beach accoutrements before parking. As soon as I got out of the car to stand up, I could feel a gush of pee exit my body and slash into the sodden pull-up. I was horrified. I tried to stop it, but my bladder muscles were exhausted. All I could do was stand next to my car and pretend I was doing something important rather than standing with my legs slightly too far apart, accidentally peeing my pants (or my dress I should say).
When I was finished, I unloaded my stuff and could feel the wetness sloshing around inside the pull-up. This was not good. I stood outside the drivers seat for a little while longer, hoping the exhausted pull-up would find a little more space to absorb before I had to sit down again. But that wouldn’t be my luck. I knew it was a blowout before I made contact with the seat. I gingerly lowered myself onto the seat and gave an exasperated sigh. Well, now my car is going to smell like a bedwetter’s room, huh? I felt the hot wetness pool around my butt and then it overcame the waistband and gushed out across my lower back. I didn’t want to assess the damage I just kept looking for a parking spot.
What a strange feeling to be out in public wearing accident-soaked-clothing. It’s quite an infantile feeling. My dress was so wet that it was dripping little droplets of pee on the back of my legs as I walked. The tell tale feeling of increasing wetness between the legs as I walk/ran the few blocks back to my place. My one saving grace was the color of my dress. I honestly don’t think you could tell it was soaking before it was white. Bless morning bbabybbear who picked out the perfect dress to humiliate herself in.
I ran straight to my room, took these pictures, and stripped off my sodden clothing. I think next time I drive to the beach or next time I decide to have that medium iced coffee, we all know what kind of protection I will wear…🙈🐻😵💫.
You know where to find more pictures!
She had been practicing yoga for several years when she started to have “those kinds of issues.” It began slowly. She would pull down her leggings after class and notice her panties were slightly damp. Annoying, but not the biggest deal in the world. When the leaks started to become big enough that they went through to her leggings, she began to get worried. Downward dog now felt dangerous to her but child’s pose was safe. She would feel the telltale warmth in her panties and start to panic. Once she started needing to wipe her mat down mid-class, she knew it was a problem. Did other people think it was sweat on her mat? Black leggings were the only option at this point.
Also at this point, she started to wear Poise pads for bladder leakage. She went from their thin liner to their overnight extra long pad in just a few weeks. But even that wasn’t sparing her clothing anymore. Even if she went to the bathroom right before class started, the poses requiring her core muscles (which were almost all of them) would result in a complete gush in her panties. It would overwhelmed the pads which, to be fair, were designed for bladder leakage not complete loss of control.
Once she had to leave class midway to clean up her mat and clearly soaking leggings. Her pad had overflowed and left that telltale crescent wet spot that said “my protection didn’t quite hold up.” That was the day she decided she needed diapers. At least for the moment, pads were fine for daily life, but much heavier protection was needed for yoga class…
This is just a friendly reminder to set your content settings so you can see “mature content.” I’ll be labeling my photos like that so I can post more edgy content (more nudity, videos perhaps?) but tumblr will hide it if you don’t go change your settings. Mine automatically hide mature content until I changed it manually. 😘
Finding some old beautiful photos I never posted. This is what it looks like to sleep next to a bedwetter. Granted, this was when I was being changed into my night diaper earlier and earlier each night. It was really cutting into dinner time! That diaper was definitely not that dry by the morning…🙈
Woke up dry for the first time this week, but also desperate to pee. Went pee pee in my pull up anyways because the potty is for big girls 😳🙊
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•••re-repost without the “naughty” photo•••
It’s been a while, but I got big girl diapers & I couldn’t be a happier little girl 🙈 🎀 could use a change though soon… any takers?
tonite is a goodnite kind of nite + my purple paci
see what I did there? daddy thinks I’m funny…
“Now then, honey - you look like you have something to say, don’t you?”
Liza’s gaze dropped at her partner’s firm admonition. Even now, two months into her new life as Belinda’s little plaything, it was still mortifying to have to put it all into words. “Well- um, I-”
“Go on, baby. You know what to do.”
“Fank you for da new dipie, deawest Mommy,” she plunged in, cheeks burning as her own babyish lisping sounded in her ears. “I’s just a wittle girl, Mommy, and I hafta tell you that I- I-” She faltered briefly, then pressed on. “That I wath a vewy wet wittle girl…”
Belinda smiled at last. “Oh, were you now?” Her smiling eyes darted to the nearly naked girl’s freshly diapered hips. “Why don’t you tell me how you’d gotten so wet, baby?”
Liza flushed, the smell of powder strong in her nose. God dammit, the baby part! “I wath wet becauthe I peed myself, Mommy. I peed wight in my panth wike a wittle baby. That’th why my dipie was all warm and thoggy and wet, Mommy.” She knew every word of the infantile speech by heart, yet they still left a bitter taste of shame on her tongue. Still, without this cheek-burning ritual there was no way she would ever be allowed the bliss of another change once this new diaper was soiled…
Oh, yes. A fresh diaper was now Liza’s definition of bliss.
“Go on, my sweet little babydoll,” Belinda beamed maternally. “Use your words, honey. Isn’t there still something more you want to tell Mommy?” Of course there was more - and Liza wasn’t about to get away without reciting everything through to its mortifying conclusion.
“A wittle baby girl wike me needth her dipie, Mommy,” Liza winced at the tears pricking her eyes, yet floundered on. “I- I jus’ make tho much pee-pee and poo-poo, Mommy…” Her trembling voice sank down into a whisper as she drew near the final words.
“An’ I weally wike my dipies, Mommy. Pleathe don’t ever, ever potty twain me, Mommy - not as wong as I wive.”
The smile on Mommy Belinda’s face was enough to light up the entire room.
Image Credit: ABDreams.com
Please don’t remove my caption! If you do, may all the squirrels in the neighborhood decide to build nests in your attic.
DandelionWishes used to be sooo adorable and so natural in her diapers.
I hope she is well and safe and doing okay. 💕
Made my morning stinky outside in the fresh air! (DM me to purchase this video)💜🫣
